Sunday, November 30, 2008

forget prose lets write poems!

heart and home

they say home is where the heart is
my heart is not at home where they live

it wonders lonely searching for somewhere
somewhere it might find love -- here?
no not here. anywhere it might find peace
in this suffocating place others believe is home -- I find no lease

all alone i search for a place
as if trying to win a race
my time is short before i break
this cannot wait ive gotta make a break

break loose let my heart free
to live and learn. tear and heal. let me be
give me a chance.
now ill get my own experience

the more you hold on
the more you put my soul in a box
the more you do this
the faster you will lose

let me go and who knows
my heart will wonder
it will find its own way
who knows

i may come back
if you love me you shouldnt care
where i am
who i love

who im with
it shouldnt matter
if my heart finds a home
but its not with you

you say you love me
so let me free
to find my own home
where my heart is content

where i have a home
they say home is where the heart is
i say they're right
too bad my heart has no home!
-annalee morris

you've got no idea!

so you say you know whats best
you create all these rules
you think these rules will keep me safe
you have no idea

what do you think you're doing
you think you can teach me
well giving me a bunch of rules will just make me flee
you have no idea what you're doing

its not that i think ive got more experience
but i can't live vicariously through you
your mistakes don't make since to me
you have no idea

what im going through
is nothing like how you
lived. ive got my own life
you have no idea

stop trying to teach through rules
its just plain cruel
i wont learn if i dont live
you have no idea

it takes experience
it takes mistakes
let me make my own
you have no idea what you're doing

im going to make mistakes
im not like you
they are gonna be different than yours
you have no idea

who i am and what i need
from you. isn't rules
its love and understanding
you have no idea

how to raise me
how to teach me
how to love me
you have no idea

ive learned nothing from you
all ive got is your DNA!
this is me
you have no idea

everything i am is
what i want to be
i know you dont agree
you've got no idea

how to deal
with the real me
dont try to mold me
you have no idea

im stronger than you think
and ill push back harder
than you ever thought i could
you have no idea

soon it will be too late
ill be gone
and i WILL find my own way
you have no idea

you think this is all you
but you're wrong
its all me and
you've got no idea

when you finally see me
it will be too late
and who i'll become
is someone ill love

just give me a chance to learn for myself
because...
you've got no idea
what you're doing or
who i am!
-annalee morris

4 comments:

  1. The first one has some of the sound of an old sting song.

    Your poetry is very literal - raw
    try metaphore, saying more than you mean, a good poem should teach the author something new and unexpected by the end.

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  2. don't start with one's about blood knives or sunsets - the cliches

    while you walk some where look for some thing that might mean something - open up an avenue for growth both poetic and personal.

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  3. You really let it out, feel like I can taste the feeling that you use to sum up your thoughts. It tastes salty... which if it is a meal means that I am waiting for more... I am buying a power chord online tonight so I should be online within the week!

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  4. thanks for the comments guys. don't worry arthur im very un-cliche (is there a better word for that?)
    im gonna give them to my english teacher and ask for tips.
    i wish i knew how to contact the teacher i had 2nd sem. of 9th grade b/c he was really into poetry and wrote some really good stuff.
    hmm maybe ill ask mrs. cassman since he took her place?
    well ill prob. be posting more so continue w/ the awesome comments.

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